Revolutions...

This year, I will be a warrior. I'm a warrior by nature, but I've been allowing my countryside to be invaded by renegades with less than savory motives. All of the things I've wanted and stated here, have not necessarily changed, but, they have evolved into something more feasible. It's almost like I've grown up, in a sense. I think I know what I want now. I'm not in love with my imaginary soldier anymore. That aesthetic doesn't exist. He's a figment of my fevered imagination. Okay, so maybe he is out there, but I've decided not to look for him anymore. I continue to stumble into ditches, without safety gear, and my knees keep getting scraped. I won't take anymore. My search ceased the night 2004 became 2005.

I, DivaCatscratch...

My revolution is as follows. I pledge to myself, this year, that I will calm down. I won't take myself so seriously. I pledge to be a bit more stern in my actions. I will no longer waiver and allow the corrupted to influence my judgement to consort with them. I pledge to love me a bit more. I pledge to laugh more than usual, and cry even less. I also pledge, my heart will no longer endure the violation it has accepted in the last years. I will renew it into its pure golden form, free of all hatred and disdain for lovers of the past. Emotional DIY. I will look toward my future, with my golden heart, and enjoy what's put before me, but reject what's not needed in my life.

Raise your glasses...

I'm good. Nah, I'm fantastic.

Glad to see you, 2005!